"If they have not got the pocket-book," Bellamy muttered, "it must
have gone with Von Behrling to the Mortuary. If so, there is a
chance. Louise, say nothing; leave this to me."

"As you will," she assented. "I have no wish to interfere. I only
hope that he does not ask me any questions."

They came once more into the middle of the room, and the Baron
turned to meet them.

"You must forgive Mademoiselle," said Bellamy, "if she is a little
upset this morning. She knows, of course, as I know and you know,
that Von Behrling was playing a desperate game, and that he carried
his life in his hands. Yet his death has been a shock - has been a
shock, I may say, to both of us. From your point of view," Bellamy
went on, "it was doubtless deserved, but - "

"What, in God's name, is this that you say?" the Baron interrupted.
"I do not understand at all! You speak of Von Behrling's death!
What do you mean?"

Bellamy looked at him as one who listens to strange words.

"Baron," he said, "between us who know so much there is surely no
need for you to play a part. Von Behrling knew that you were
watching him. Your spies were shadowing him as they have done me.
He knew that he was running terrible risks. He was not unprepared
and he has paid. It is not for us - "

"Now, in God's name, tell me the truth!" Baron de Streuss interrupted